Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 1005 - 622 Qilin Wolf

Chapter 1005: Chapter 622 Qilin Wolf

Xu Yuan curled his lips, dragged a chair over to sit beside her, and said with a light chuckle:

"You know me—I hate it the most when people who don’t know their place go on a rampage."

"Alright, don’t provoke her anymore."

Li Junwu’s narrow eyes flickered with a trace of helplessness as he murmured, "I haven’t even asked you yet—how did you know we were here in Zhenxi Prefecture?"

Xu Yuan mulled over his words briefly but ended up shaking his head:

"It’s a long story. But if you’re in Zhenxi Prefecture City, this place might fall in just a few days."

"Huh?"

Li Junwu’s gaze was filled with astonishment.

Jia Yi, who was lying on the bed, also glanced over with a hint of suspicion.

Feeling her gaze, Xu Yuan turned his head to eye the Western Region girl and raised a brow.

Seeing this, Jia Yi scoffed softly and promptly buried her face back into the bedding.

Xu Yuan chuckled and said in a low voice:

"It looks like you guys don’t know yet. There are already six or seven Saints gathered in the Great Desert now."

Li Junwu hesitated for a moment before asking:

"Are you saying... Saints are attacking the city?"

"Yes."

"What’s their goal?"

"You and the so-called Great Desert Goddess playing dead right now."

"...." Li Junwu.

"...." Jia Yi.

"Are you insane or something?!"

The Great Desert Waist Spirit shot upright from the bed, glaring viciously at Xu Yuan. "This is crucial information—why are you only telling us now?!"

Glancing at the girl’s flawless waist and hip curves, Xu Yuan chuckled lightly and countered:

"So just how long did I delay, an hour?"

"Isn’t an hour time too? Especially in such a critical moment—we must race against time!"

"Race against time? And what, exactly, would you accomplish by racing against time?"

"I... of course..."

Jia Yi’s emerald green eyes wavered, her tone stuttering before she finally shouted: "Of course, to prepare!"

"Ah... Then tell me, what kind of preparation should we make?"

"....."

Jia Yi’s chest heaved in anger as she grit her teeth and looked away.

"Can’t say, can you? Let me tell you what needs to be done, then."

Xu Yuan’s gaze grew playful as he looked at this temperamental young lady and said in a low voice: "But first, I need to ask you one thing."

"Spit it out." Jia Yi, clearly annoyed, didn’t bother hiding her disdain.

"..."

Xu Yuan paid no mind, retrieving a piece of Demonic Beast raw meat and gestured toward the foot of the bed.

"Awuuu..."

The dog, pretending to be dead, scrambled out from under the bed in a frenzy, rolled over at Xu Yuan’s feet, and exposed its belly with an expectant "huff huff" as it squirmed.

Rubbing the dog’s belly, Xu Yuan tossed the meat onto the ground and softly asked:

"Goddess, is the original form of the Qilin Wolf like this one?"

Jia Yi’s gemstone-like green eyes glared at the shameless dog, her voice sharp: "How could the Qilin Wolf be anything like this? Its avatar form is affected by its physical vessel!"

"Awuu..." The dog paused its gnawing of the raw meat, letting out a pitiful whine.

Ruffling the dog’s head, Xu Yuan laughed and asked:

"I mean its size—can it shrink to the same size as this one?"

Jia Yi furrowed her brows, hesitated for a moment, then replied:

"It can, but what do you mean by that?"

"If it can, first thing tomorrow morning, I’ll send someone out of the city to bring the Qilin Wolf in."

"....."

There was a brief silence before Jia Yi’s stunningly beautiful face showed an expression of disbelief. She turned her gaze aside, pouted faintly, and murmured:

"Idiot. How could you possibly manage that?"

Unlike Jia Yi’s distrust, Li Junwu, who knew Xu Yuan would not act without purpose, calmly asked:

"What’s the plan? The City Defense Formation will detect demonic energy—we had to go through great trouble just to smuggle in this avatar form."

"....."

Xu Yuan smiled faintly, slowly stood up, and began unfastening his robes in front of the two women.

Li Junwu blinked, looking on in surprise.

Jia Yi, after watching for a moment, turned her head away and spat: "W-what on earth are you doing?!"

Swish—

Before the words were fully spoken,

Xu Yuan had already taken off his outer robe and, moving gently, draped it over Li Junwu’s half-exposed shoulders.

Li Junwu’s elegant eyes widened slightly.

Xu Yuan looked at her and asked with a smile:

"Well? How is it?"

Close enough to feel his gaze and catch his faint scent lingering on the robe, Li Junwu’s crossed leg tensed slightly as she responded in a measured tone:

"It’s... warm."

"Hah? I’m asking about the fabric, madam!"

"....." Li Junwu.

Extending her delicate hand, she pressed it firmly against Xu Yuan’s approaching face, pushing him away. With her face turned and concealed beneath her long hair, she huffed softly:

"If you don’t explain clearly, how would I know what you’re asking?"

Xu Yuan stood up straight, watching her strange reaction, a flicker of confusion crossing his face before he sighed:

"This Vestment Robe can block a Saint’s detection, so it can also mask the Qilin Wolf’s demonic aura. I plan to use it to secretly bring the Qilin Wolf into the city."

As he spoke,

he turned to Jia Yi and called out:

"Hey, Goddess, do you have anything to say about this?"

"You want the Qilin Wolf’s location?"

"And your token. Without it, my men will probably get eaten by the Qilin Wolf."

"Hah, you have some nerve."

Clutching the thin blanket, Jia Yi’s stunning eyes scrutinized Xu Yuan. "And why should I trust a single word you say?"

This dear friend wasn’t cooperating easily.

However, Xu Yuan never expected her to agree outright.

The Qilin Wolf was Jia Yi’s trump card, the leverage she used to bargain with Li Junwu throughout this journey. There was no way she’d give it up based on mere words.

With that in mind, Xu Yuan slowly approached the bed.

Jia Yi’s delicate figure trembled and she instinctively retreated, biting her lip with a look of indignation.

Was... was he going to use force?

But unexpectedly, the despicable man simply tossed a folded piece of rice paper onto her lap.

Standing by the bed, Xu Yuan looked down at her:

"Open it and look."

"....."

Jia Yi hesitated for a moment before picking up the paper and unfolding it. Her pupils abruptly contracted.

Noticing her change in expression, Xu Yuan spoke softly:

"It seems you recognize him."

Rustle...

The thin paper crinkled as Jia Yi’s fingers clenched it tightly. She bit her lip, took a deep breath, and asked in a low voice:

"He... he’s not dead?"

"He should be dead—his heart was cut out, after all."

Xu Yuan’s tone was laced with amusement as he sat down on the edge of the bed, his gaze lingering on her visibly shaken expression. "And, Jia Yi, that heart should be on its way to the Western Desert right about now."

...

...

...

"So, this is Nalan Ting’s heart?"

Under the moonlight, atop a towering summit, the howling winds roared while two figures stood suspended in mid-air.

A hunched old man scrutinized the still-beating heart in the tall woman’s hand, clicking his tongue in admiration: "To think the Saint Blood of the Great Desert was refined to such purity."

The woman, tall and lithe, wore a plain yet intricate white court gown. Though her face was veiled, her eyes—golden and luminous under the moonlight—shone brightly. She listened to the old man’s words in cold silence.

Retracting his gaze, the hunched old man remarked softly:

"Nalan Ting, king of the Tatar Chao, was one of the brightest figures in their long history. Such a pity his time was so brief."

Tian Yuan’s voice, cold and detached as frost, replied:

"You hold such a high opinion of a failure."

The hunched old man chuckled and shook his head, laughing softly as he countered:

"A failure, you say? Every decision and move Nalan Ting made was a step toward success. It’s just that the Tatar People’s foundation was too weak. Even if every step was right, it couldn’t withstand the tide of the world."

Then,

he paused, his eyes fixed on the heart in her hand, and added with a quiet laugh:

"Besides, whether Nalan Ting truly failed is still up for debate."

Tian Yuan offered no comment to such words. She glanced indifferently toward the Western Desert:

"His descendants are too incompetent. Even though he secured immense capital for his clan during the Tatar Chao uprisings, it all turned out to be nothing more than an ephemeral dream."

"...."

Hearing this, the hunched old man froze for a moment, then laughed quietly:

"Tower Lord, your perspective is too cold, too narrow. Nalan Ting’s goal was to bring the Tatar People into the Central Plains. Whether his descendants breached the pass or merged with Dayan was a future he envisioned."

"Otherwise,

"during the Tatar Chao upheaval, he wouldn’t have entrusted this heart, forged from divine blood, to an old man like me..."